Behind the dumpster

Two legs just visible

Dirty red tights boots

Squirreling through

In search of anything

She hears my car 

Scrambles to hide

For fear is a constant

But watches furtively

As I unload clean

Sleeping bags 

Shelter kits and such

Survival essentials

I’m known here

She hears my call

Another comes out 

of the dark vacant

field of trash

There are two tonight

Voices raised

In recognition 

Of a shared spirit

Love is in the air 

As sharing is 

Accomplished